A joke for you

One day a priest was walking by a river and
saw a frog on a lilly pad. "Help me" croaked
the little frog. "Once I was a beautiful choirboy
and an evil witch turned me into a frog" . "The
only way to reverse the spell on me is for me
to spend the night in the bed of a truely religious
Priest". So the Priest wanting to help lift this cruel
spell from the boy, took the frog home and put
it to bed and low and behold the morning after
there, was a beautiful choirboy.
and that,
your honour is
the case for the defence!


Priest checking in to a hotel, asks reception if the tv porn is disabled?
Reception says 'get out ya sick fucker'


A man arrives at San Francisco airport at the taxi stand and asks the driver:
- How much for a ride to San Jose?
- $100
- But I only have $80!
- Tough luck!
The man thinks for a bit and asks:
- Well, can you take me as far as the $80 will take me?
- Sure
And so they set off.
They drive until they reach Sunnyvale (a couple of miles from San Jose) and the taxi driver says:
- Your $80 takes you exactly here!
- But come on, it's pouring rain outside and it's only a couple more miles!
- Out! the taxi driver says.
A week later the man is at SFO and approaches the taxi stand. This time there are 8 or 9 taxis waiting, with the taxi driver from last week at the end. The man approaches the first driver:
- Here's $100 to get me to San Jose...and another $100 for you to give me a blow job!
- Get the hell away away from me, you pervert! and the taxi driver yells a bunch of insults at him.
The man approaches the second cabbie:
- Here's $100 to get me to San Jose...and another $100 if you give me a blow job!
- (really harsh insults ensue)
And so the same goes through the whole line, until the man approaches the driver from the previous week:
- How much for a ride to San Jose?
- $100, like last week. What, are you going nuts?!
- Listen, here's $100...and here's another $100 if you drive me around here slowly for a little bit and wave at your cabbie friends.


An Englishwoman and her young son were travelling in a taxi in New York. As they were driving through a rather seedy looking part of town, the boy became fascinated by the garishly made up women in short skirts and high heels who seemed to be accosting some of the men passing by.

"Mummy" the boy asked, "what are those ladies doing?" The mother, clearly embarassed by the question, replied: "I expect they're lost and are asking people for directions" The taxi driver overhead this and interrupted: "why not tell me boy the truth, those women are prostitutes." The mother blushed more brightly at this remark but the boy wouldn't let it go: "What are prostitutes Mummy, are they like other women, do they have children too?" "Of course" the mother replied, "that's where New York taxi drivers come from."